I left my car on Wolfe St
Cause I have birds fly beneath my heels
I get high off of their sound
And I look cool with my shades on
And every blonde girl thinks I'm so tight
I want to be there, I even tried
And I brought rum in a brown bag
Cause I'm no boring birthday card
I saw her for the first time
Does she like guys with coffee?
Shit I'm too drunk and I can't talk right
I want to meet her, then I tried
I love D.C
I met her at the apartment
We think Beach House is better at night
Maybe we should go outside
Cause it's nice, nice, nice
I sat down on a park bench
And every stranger was eyeing at me
Even blind men can now see
I'm a D.C. Party Machine
I LOVE D.C